7/28/2005

I wondered what the noise was out my window. For months I've been watching the chimney bricks erode on the building next door. Now that they're being repaired it looks like I'll have to find something else to do.

7/27/2005

For the past few days of excruciatingly uncomfortable weather, the tourists are no where to be seen here in DC. In fact, the entire Washington tourism industry has had the patronage of only one Australian named Len. After five minutes outside I began to smell a hamburger cooking and realized it was myself. The asphalt of 16th St NW was so hot I could smell the La Brea Tar Pits 2,500 miles away. Thirty minutes later I ducked into air-conditioning before being blinded by my own sweat.

7/21/2005

Today, after watching CNN and the second attempt at mass terror on London's "Underground," I took a long trip on the Metro, DC's own subway. I had to pick up some things I left in a friend's car about 15 miles out of town. At the 13th and U St Station commuters seemed extra-fidgety waiting for the train. I picked up a paper and started doing the crossword to keep my mind off things. The situation made me think back to a time of similar uneasy feelings. Four years ago when I was riding a C-130 into Kandahar, Afghanistan. As I rode the train to my transfer point I kept imagining explosions, almost laughing to myself over what a crazy world we live in. At L' Enfant Station I looked up at the Metro message board and saw the alert. I stood under the sign doing my cross word when I saw a family looking at a Metro map. "Where are you headed?" "Arlington Cemetery," said the man. I sent his family in the right direction. "Thanks a lot," He said. I only now noticed his English accent. Strange, I thought. I went back to my calming crossword;

7/06/2005

My old friends Jason and August (who has more walking endurance than most other pregnant women) came to visit me over the 4th of July weekend. They are from Western Pennsylvania; where my family is from. Reed works on railroad car components. One of the things he wanted to scratch off his "To Do" list first--ride the subway. He said his company has shipped parts to our very own Metro Rail in the past. And what did we do at the Smithsonian--looked at old railroad stuff. Reed said, "I'm going to go back to work (at the rail facility) on Tuesday and when they ask me what I did in Washington I'll say, 'Looked at rail cars!'" He also noticed that Washington had a lot of Subways. No. Not the Metro. The sandwich shops.

7/01/2005

Me and some friends went to the SEVEN Opening at the Warehouse Theater on 7th St NW. The physical structure of the building was as impressive as the art. And after, there was an "open studio" at the Union Printmakers' in Blagden Alley. And after that the Brickskeller. Walking home last night the streets seemed alive with action. Today my head hurts.